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It was well past bedtime for the twins and probably for Jill too, but I didn't want the evening to end. "Have you seen the roof garden," I asked. I had found it while I was wandering around exploring; the lift didn't go up that far but there were stairs with a small sign pointing to ''Jardín''. | It was well past bedtime for the twins and probably for Jill too, but I didn't want the evening to end. "Have you seen the roof garden," I asked. I had found it while I was wandering around exploring; the lift didn't go up that far but there were stairs with a small sign pointing to ''Jardín''. | ||
In the lift, everyone was a bit subdued; Cindy had obviously had too much wine and kicked off her shoes. The children just stood patiently waiting to see what was so special about ''El jardín''. In fact it was sheltered space with artificial turf and some chairs and | In the lift, everyone was a bit subdued; Cindy had obviously had too much wine and kicked off her shoes. The children just stood patiently waiting to see what was so special about ''El jardín''. In fact it was sheltered space with artificial turf and some chairs and a load of plants in big pots; it was dark, but the moon was full and even with no lights on, we could see easily. | ||
I sat on a bench and Amy, or it may have been April, promptly climbed onto my lap and demanded to be taught how to kiss. Cindy was sitting on another seat with Judy beside her and didn't seem to be bothered that her daughter was asking a strange man to teach her about kissing. I was more than willing to teach her and her twin; Judy was obviously well-informed on the subject and I wondered who it was that had been fucking her. Maybe her late father, I thought, but why just her and not the twins. | I sat on a bench and Amy, or it may have been April, promptly climbed onto my lap and demanded to be taught how to kiss. Cindy was sitting on another seat with Judy beside her and didn't seem to be bothered that her daughter was asking a strange man to teach her about kissing. I was more than willing to teach her and her twin; Judy was obviously well-informed on the subject and I wondered who it was that had been fucking her. Maybe her late father, I thought, but why just her and not the twins. | ||
Revision as of 15:13, 29 May 2019
It was well past bedtime for the twins and probably for Jill too, but I didn't want the evening to end. "Have you seen the roof garden," I asked. I had found it while I was wandering around exploring; the lift didn't go up that far but there were stairs with a small sign pointing to Jardín.
In the lift, everyone was a bit subdued; Cindy had obviously had too much wine and kicked off her shoes. The children just stood patiently waiting to see what was so special about El jardín. In fact it was sheltered space with artificial turf and some chairs and a load of plants in big pots; it was dark, but the moon was full and even with no lights on, we could see easily.
I sat on a bench and Amy, or it may have been April, promptly climbed onto my lap and demanded to be taught how to kiss. Cindy was sitting on another seat with Judy beside her and didn't seem to be bothered that her daughter was asking a strange man to teach her about kissing. I was more than willing to teach her and her twin; Judy was obviously well-informed on the subject and I wondered who it was that had been fucking her. Maybe her late father, I thought, but why just her and not the twins.
What do you do?